“Yes,” she groans.
I pummel my hips, emptying myself inside her. My orgasm is stronger than I’ve ever felt, and as I claim her, a calm comes over me. She’s mine… and I’m never letting her go.
EPILOGUE
LONDON
Six Months Later
I walk out of the bedroom and find Dillon at the stove cooking breakfast. He’s shirtless, and I take a minute to admire his muscular back as he works.
“Morning,” he says without turning around.
Somehow, he always knows when I’m near.
I walk over to him, slide my arms around his waist, and press my lips to his back. “Morning, husband.”
He groans. “Fuck, you know I can’t handle it when you call me that.”
I smile and lean my cheek against his back. “Oh yeah? Want to go back to bed then? I’m fine with that.”
He groans. “You know we have an hour before we have to leave, and you need to eat before your ride.”
I shake my head. “A girl faints one time and she never lives it down.”
He turns and wraps an arm around my shoulders, then kisses the top of my head. “I just want you fed and healthy.”
He releases me to pull the bacon out of the pan with tongs and then sets it on a platter covered with a paper towel. The last six months have been everything. Dillon wasn’t kidding when he said he wanted everything with me. One week after he told me he loved me, he asked me to marry him. Of course, I said yes. He was willing to wait and let me plan the wedding of my dreams, but I didn’t want to wait another second to be able to call him mine.
We got married in the backyard here at the ranch. The last six months have felt like a whirlwind, but I wouldn’t change one second of it. I take a deep breath, knowing that I need to get this off my chest. I think he’s going to be excited, but I’m hoping he doesn’t freak out.
“Well, we have time. I’m not riding today.”
He turns so quickly that I laugh at the shock on his face. He looks me up and down. “Are you sick? What’s wrong? Why aren’t you riding?”
I go to my tiptoes and kiss his lips. He leans into me before pulling back. “Don’t try and change the subject. What are you not telling me?”
I pick up a piece of the bacon and nibble a small bite of it. My stomach protests, and I set the rest of the piece back on the plate. “Well, I’m going to award the trophy at the end of the night, but I’m not riding.”
His hands go to my waist. “London, talk to me. What’s going on?”
I shrug. “Well, I figure in my condition, it might be better if I took some time off. I mean, I looked it up and it said that I could be safe for a few more weeks, but I don’t want to take any chances.”
I see the instant that he gets it. His eyes widen, and his hands go to my shoulders. “Are you…” He can’t even say it. He stares at me, excitement lighting up his face. He pulls me toward him. “London, don’t mess with me. Are you pregnant?”
I nod. “Yes.”
He lifts me in his arms and swings me around the kitchen. I clench my eyes shut. “Whoa.”
He stops instantly. “Fuck, London, I’m so sorry.”
I put one hand to my stomach. “I’m okay. Just a little queasy.”
He carries me over to the table and sits me down at the chair. He squats down in front of me, his hands on my thighs. “Are you okay?”
I put my hand on his shoulder. “Yes, I’m okay. It’s just morning sickness.”
The worried look on his face doesn’t lighten in the least. “Is that what the doctor said?”
